From beneath, I watch her fall apart.
I watch her lips part slightly.
I watch her eyes roll back before they fall closed.
I watch her back arch when she cries out.
I watch the pink flush of satisfaction creep up her fair skin.
In that moment, I watch myself lose my very heart and soul to her.
I force her to ride wave after wave, bringing her to ecstasy again and again until she’s begging me to stop. After the very last tremble fades, I pull her down my prone body, releasing her bra clasp in one smooth move. I push aside the loosened cup and take a dusky stiff nub in my mouth and suck.
Hard.
“Ahhh…” she breathes.
Flipping our positions so she’s on her back, I rip the bra from her arms and fling it across the room, my lips now traveling back and forth between her two tight nipples, biting, sucking, laving as my hands knead and twist. I feel the flesh pucker on my tongue and I am completely lost in her. To her.
“Asher—”
“What do you need, baby?” I ask before I capture her lips, making her taste herself on me. She can’t answer because her mouth is busy dueling with mine, but her hands do. She reaches between us, unbuckles my belt, and unbuttons my jeans before reaching inside to grab my throbbing cock.
When her tiny, warm hand wraps around my dick, I snap. I’ve waited eight fucking years to be inside of her.
I’m done waiting.
Pushing myself off her, I strip, letting my pure, raw lust for her bleed thick and hot. Grabbing my wallet, I pull out a condom. This will be the one and only time I use one with her. I’m clean and tested and once I confirm she is, we will never need one again. I already know she’s the last woman I’ll be with.
“Put it on me,” I command, handing her the foil packet as she sits up. I need immediate relief as I wait, so I fist my cock and pump.
Hard.
Fast.
Swirling when I get to the head, I groan at how fucking good I know it will feel to finally sink home.
She fumbles with the packet, distracted by my self-pleasure.
“Baby, do it now or I’m going to come all over your perfect tits and I don’t want to do that. Not the first time at least.”
Her eyes darken. She licks her lips and I immediately know I’ve found my soul mate.
Sexually.
Emotionally.
Spiritually.
Jesus, I’ve found my wife. And the fact that thought doesn’t freak me the fuck out means every cell in my body knows it too. Her soul has called to me for eight years. I just wasn’t listening.
She wraps her palm around my cock, right over mine, our hands moving together in tandem for a few strokes. It feels so goddamn good I almost don’t stop her. If she puts her mouth on me, I’m done. There will be no going back. The first time I come with her, I want to buried so deep we both forget our names, so I force her to stop, take the condom from her other hand, and roll it on myself.
My only goal is to get inside her as fast as possible.
I sit down beside her and pull her astride me. She hovers right above my stiff erection, like she’s waiting for permission. Or direction.
Which I’m more than happy to give.
“Guide me inside you, Alyse. Now, baby.”
Chapter 15
Alyse
Holy hell. I have never in my life had a sexual experience like this. Yes, mouths, fingers, and cock have pleasured me—or in some cases, attempted to—but I’ve never been worshipped with a man’s eyes the way Asher is doing to me now.
Exalted.
Revered.
Like I am the only thing that has or will ever matter to him.
That’s a stupid, foolish thing to think so early on, but I know what I’m feeling. I know what I see. I know what he’s silently telling me.
His eyes have mine snared. Helpless. I’m unable to do anything but fall further and deeper within their warm, bottomless pools as I follow his command, guiding him to my opening. I sink down slowly and we both groan. It’s exquisite. My lids feel heavy, but our eye contact never breaks.
He’s big.
He’s thick.
He stretches me to my limits.
But I’ve never felt anything more perfect in my life.
He grabs my face between his strong hands, holding me tight as he thrusts into me, my multiple orgasms making his drive easy and smooth. My breath hitches and my body burns. I need him to move more than I’ve needed anything. Ever.
“Alyse. Jesus…you feel too damn good. So fucking perfect.”
He withdraws slowly, pushing back in slowly. He does this over and over again until I am crazy with want.
Delirious with need.
Frantic with the desire for him to possess me.
He never lets my face go. Never lets my eyes leave his.
“Fuck me harder, Asher.”
“No, baby. I’ve never felt anything like this in my entire life. I need to savor you.”